In the dusk the green-gold palms turn their star-like faces and stretch their fan-like fingers, lifting themselves proudly, lest any lordly leaf should know the taint of earth.
W.E.B. Du Bois: “In the dusk the green-gold palms turn their star-like faces and stretch their fan-like fingers, lifting themselves…”
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Du Bois describes the beauty of nature, using personification to convey pride and resilience among the palms.
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